My Pussy

My friend and I joke around all the time. One of our favorite conversations is about what we would do if we had pussies. I always said I’d be the biggest slut in the world. Only, if I did have a pussy, it would be easier to be a slut than now, because it’s hard to be a guy slut.

What would you say if I told you that for one night, I had a pussy?

It’s true, I guess. I went to bed after a long day at work and I was dead tired. I went right to sleep. At least that’s what I thought. In my “dream,” I was standing there staring at a gorgeous redhead.

She had the long auburn colored hair, huge tits hidden under a little teddy and a g-string at the top of long, sexy legs. Her face was perfect. She was so smoking hot that I must have stared for an hour, but I realized something halfway in, I was staring at a MIRROR!

Oh my god, I have a pussy, I thought. At that very moment, a guy walked in and all he had on was a towel. His hair was still wet, so he must’ve just finished a shower. He wasn’t even all that good looking. What the hell was I doing with this guy? Then he dropped the towel and I saw a monster cock in the mirror.

“Come over here, baby,” he said.

I turned around and walked over. For some reason, it was like I was just along for the ride. I could feel every inch of my body, but I wasn’t in control. Next thing I knew, I was down on my knees in front of him. And his cock, which looked like it was just a couple inches short of a foot long was in my mouth really fast.

I could feel it getting stiff as I slid my lips up and down its shaft. He was hot and I could feel the blood pulsing in his cock. Before I could get a feel for it, he had my hair in his hand and he was giving me a fierce tug as he fucked my face.

After a couple of minutes of that, he told me to stand up and I did. He pulled my teddy off and pulled my g-string down, showing off my clean shaven pussy. I was so turned on by all the feeling and seeing my pussy that I had an orgasm. It wasn’t like a regular orgasm I have. In fact, it was like nothing I’ve ever felt.

He told me to lie down on my back on the bed and I did. Then he pulled me over to the side of the bed so my head was hanging off it a little. The next thing I know, he had his cock back in my mouth and he was ordering me to “take it like the slut I was.” As he rammed it in, I swallowed to keep from gagging, and he had his monster cock fucking my throat.

Every so often he would pull it out and I coughed up spit that I was sure was ruining my perfect make-up. But he’d say “take it” again and the next thing I knew, his cock was fucking my throat again. In very little time, she shot a load into my throat and I could hear him grunt as he jammed that monster all the way in. When he pulled it out, cum was still shooting all over my mouth and I gagged and coughed up cum that went into my nose and eyes.

I rolled over and tried to catch my breath. “Hey, I paid for 3 hours,” he said. “We’re not even close to done. I was trying to figure out where this guy was getting his cum from, because it felt like he dropped a gallon in my throat.

He pulled my legs apart and started fingering my ass with lube. I asked him how he could go again so quickly and he said he wasn’t ready yet, but he had other plans. He grabbed my arm roughly and flipped me over.

First it was two fingers in my pussy, then three. I felt what seemed like tons of lube being poured as he was cramming fingers in my pussy. Then it was four fingers and I felt him begin to clinch his fist. Before I knew what was coming, he was fist fucking my pussy.

It hurt a little and he was laughing at the look of discomfort on my face. “You’re the first whore I’ve ever been with who can take a whole fist,” he said. As he was pumping his fist in and out, I felt another orgasm coming on and he said, “that’s it bitch, squirt!” I could feel myself ejaculating on his hand.

He snatched his fist out, pushed my knees up to my huge tits, grabbed my throat and rammed his now hard again cock right into my ass. He was choking me and fucking my ass. I could feel the veins pulsing on his cock as his balls were smashing against my tailbone.

I felt like he was choking too hard and began to struggle. “That’s it bitch,” he said, “fight it and you’ll come quicker.” He was laughing and I had both hands on his wrist, trying to pull his hand off my throat. I could hear him grunting like “Uh, Uh, Uh” each time he jammed that monster further into my ass.

I know I had to be turning blue, my makeup was wrecked from spit and tears, and I was close to passing out when I started coming again dropping my hands out to each side as the orgasm shot through me. I was then just hoping to survive.

He pulled his hand from my throat and put his hands behind my knees as he pumped harder. At this point, my ass hurt so badly that I laid there trying to catch my breath and concentrate on something other than my ass. Then I could feel him coming again as he rammed balls deep.

It felt like even more come than the first time. When he pulled out, a little was left, so he squeezed it off on my pussy, then rammed what was left of his hard on into my pussy and I could feel more cum shoot into me. “Didn’t want your fist hole to feel neglected,” he said, laughing.

I couldn’t move, and he laid on top of me for a minute as his cock drained into me. He was soft, but his cock was so huge it didn’t fall out. Then he stood up, walked over and got his wallet and came back over to drop a few new one hundred dollar bills on my stomach.

I woke up, thinking it was an intense dream, but my throat hurt, and there was blood in my underwear, mixed with cum. I’d had the hell fucked out of my face and ass, but my cock was back.